At this time, not far from Li Jiancheng, a black armor knight suddenly took off his helmet and rode out in the moonlight. Zhang Pingke clearly confirmed that this person was Li Shimin.

At this time, Li Shimin suddenly said: "The Taoist priest’s magical power really opened the eyes of the people. No matter how high the martial arts are, they are equally enemy in the face of thousands of troops. However, today, I saw that the Taoist priest finally knew that Zhang Fei of Changbanpo could defeat Cao Cao’s millions of troops. Today, the people lost their hearts, but there is still one thing that the people can’t spit out."
At this time, Zhang Ping gently changed the longqin in one hand and said, "Go ahead."
Li Shimin paused at this time and looked around at the Black Armored Army. Finally, he said, "Ge wants my Li family’s life because it is not good for the people of the day to recognize my Li family’s Turkic repair. What if the Turks go south again after destroying my Li family today?"
Zhang Ping said lightly at this time: "It’s really worthwhile to achieve a generation of emperors in the future, but don’t worry …"
Before the voice was finished, Zhang Ping suddenly came to Li Shimin’s face with a knife and cried, breaking his meridians and internal organs, leaving only a little bit of qi to hang on to a little bit of residual life.
Then Zhang Ping’s words came slowly. "The strength of the Turks is absolutely unable to endure me, so you can go to death with peace of mind."
At this time, the whole Black Armored Army suddenly came to drink: "Revenge of the Qin Wangdian!" As the propagandist should rush, there are about three hundred black armor troops. When they think about it, they also rush toward Zhang Pingchong together.
However, without the master’s restraint and the other side’s original one integrated mass, the black armor army has been torn apart, and Zhang Ping’s long piano in his hand has been moved again, accompanied by Zhang Ping’s footsteps shuttling through the road of death towards the surrounding area.
In the first place, the knight’s head rushed to the black armor army, and one by one, the sergeant of the black armor army seemed to fall from the horse in this golden iron piano.
The carriage stopped at the piano, and the bodies were shining, and the moonlight was desolate and miserable.
At this time, Li Shimin suddenly made a little faint sound. A man with a calm face suddenly rushed to the front of Li Shimin and said, "Qin Wang Qin Wang, what else do you command?"
Li Shimin said hard at this time: "I … me! My chest … letter … "The words sound just fell and Li Shimin cried his eyes a stare, then the original eyes full of light cried and disappeared, but it was all dark instead.
Just as Li Shimin died, Zhang Ping suddenly felt an amazing dragon spirit. Later, however, Zhao Kuang was much weaker than this dragon spirit.
Zhang Ping crossed his legs in the carriage at this time, and his skill was running to the extreme. After playing against Song Que, he realized that the magic sound of the third mirage was slowly played.
It’s as if this wonder in the desert is integrated, and Zhang Ping’s soul is pounding in the dragon’s breath. It’s as if a tornado and the real dragon are fighting in the desert. No one can stand it, and the dragon turned by the dragon’s breath screams and rushes to the depths of the desert.
Zhang Ping suddenly spat out one mouthful blood with his eyes open, and then said to himself, "That’s all."
And in the depths of the barracks, the man who took out Li Shimin’s chest letter read the letter and said to Li Shimin’s body, "Don’t worry, I, Lin Zhuoyan, will send the letter to the king of Qin."
Then Lin Zhuoyan turned over and took a look at Li Shimin’s body, and then rode away towards the north to be continued.
Chapter three hundred and forty-three Wan Wan transaction
Jinyang City went all the way to the southwest, but in a few days, it reached the old haunt of Zhongnanshan Mountain in Shaanxi. For Zhang Ping, it has long been a different place.
The most mysterious step peak of Ci Hang Jing Zhai Di is hidden in a certain depth of Zhongnanshan. Soon after the wheels continue to run over, Zhang Ping’s figure has appeared in the richest building in Zhongnanshan.
There are not many places here, but Zhang Ping knows that money can’t buy places, but there are even fewer. A great warrior must have good martial arts if he wants to hoe the strong and help the weak, and he must have money if he wants to the legendary swordsman.
On the second floor, sit alone by the window with four dishes and a pot of hot wine. Zhang Ping takes his time drinking wine and looks out of the window.
A pink and white dress with a crisp bell ringing, a pair of shoes that have never been contaminated with half a minute, and jade feet came with a faint fragrance accompanied by a crisp bell, and I didn’t know when I came to the chair opposite Zhang Ping.
At this time, Wan Wan stared at the table with his eyes wide open, two tableware and two wine glasses, and then said with a smile, "Taoist Zixue is really ingenious, and he has calculated that people will follow you here today."
At this time, Zhang Ping turned his glass in his hand and said to the seemingly glittering old wine in the cup, "It’s not that I have a clever plan, but that your tracking technology of the Yin Sect is really not very high. What do you want to do when you come here?"
At this time, she chuckled and then said, "It’s everywhere. Thank you, Taoist, for being able to help others kill the old goat before I can’t help but want to come here and see you."
Zhang Ping gulped down the old wine in the cup at this time, but the Wan Wan quickly picked up the hip flask and Zhang Ping filled the glass.
Zhang Ping kept staring at Wan Wan’s hands at this time. When he saw this, he suddenly smiled and said, "Taoist, why are people’s hands so beautiful?" Or are you afraid of being poisoned in this wine? "
Zhang Ping shook his head and said, "The poison that can kill me in the world didn’t exist in the past, doesn’t exist now and won’t exist in the future. I was thinking that if you can break through to the seventeenth floor of Monty, what price can the Guiyin Sect pay?"
Wan Wan’s eyes suddenly lit up at this time. After all, Zhu Yuyan was injured and evil. Wang Shixuan could return at any time. There was an undercurrent in the magic door. Her position in the Gui Yin Sect was obtained from Zhu Yuyan, while another competitor, Bai Qinger, was supported by many elders and had to pretend to fix it temporarily.
Now Zhuyuyan is seriously injured and not dead. Her Wan Wan status is also in jeopardy. But if we can break through the tenth floor of Monty, everything will be solved. After all, it is the last word in the magic fist food market.
So Wan Wan reached out his hand and put a chopstick in Zhang Ping’s bowl. Then he said, "Taoist Zixue is really unfathomable. Presumably, Taoist Zixue has made a thorough study of me, but I don’t know what it takes for Taoist Zixue to help Wan Wan."
Zhang Ping said slowly at this time: "It’s hard to say this thing, and it’s hard to say it’s not difficult. It’s also not difficult to be very interested in the magic door, so I want to send my hand to help me collect ten volumes of monty’s strategy, and they are tall once more in the spring wind won’t get rid of the grass, but she doesn’t bother to kill Li Xiuning herself, so her life will be given to you."
Wan Wan thought for a moment at this time and said, "It’s not a problem to kill Li Xiuning, but please ask the purple blood chief to say otherwise."
Zhang Ping suddenly smiled and said, "As the saying goes, courtesy demands something from others. Wan Wan, I’m afraid the girl came here today at the command of the Yin Dynasty. Then Shi Xuan’s hand and Monty’s seat will naturally go and get it from the remaining people by himself. You, the Yin Sect, have to find a way to call them up and let their seats be wiped out. Go back and think about it."
At this time, Wan Wan was stunned and then said to Zhang Pingkou, "Don’t you need Wan Wan to lead the way? You know, it’s not easy to find a place where Ci Hang Jing Zhai Di stepped on the peak. "
Zhang Pingze said with a smile: "Zhu Yuyan called you here to kill Shi Xuan and monty * * On the tenth floor, you should always make some people die faster than the emperor stepped on the peak. If you want to find someone, he will hide to the ends of the earth."
When Wan Wan got up and was ready to turn around and leave, Zhang Ping suddenly said, "Those old people in Cihang Jingzhai need to see your sincerity in the back seat, so go."
At this time, Wan Wan asked doubtfully, "Does the Taoist priest know whether Ci Hang Jing Zhai is true or false?"
Zhang Ping shook his head and said, "I don’t know the actual situation, but one thing I know is that if Ci Hang Jing Zhai stops this ear, Shi Feixuan will take the initiative to turn herself into a turtle in a jar."
Wan Wan nodded at this time and said, "That Wan Wan is here to wish the Taoist priest success in stepping on the emperor’s peak."
And Zhang Ping gave a sign for her to leave Zhang Ping quickly and slowly, eating food and drinking while waiting quietly, bit by bit.
Night arrival, calm town, towering peaks, ancient phase, there are many mountain spirits and ghosts living in this mountain, and people who fall into it will be eaten by monsters.
There is also a kind and beautiful fairy in this mountain. She can’t bear to hurt the mountain people, and she will quietly send them back whenever she finds someone who has strayed into this mountain.
Over the years, many people who have strayed into this mountain have fainted suddenly, and when they wake up, they find themselves on the edge of the village for a long time. There are fewer and fewer people entering the mountain, but there are more and more people in the mountain.
Zhang Ping’s carriage came out of the carriage through the rugged path of the village. I don’t know why. Whenever the villagers want to stop Zhang Ping’s carriage, they will feel a breathtaking sound to stop their actions. They can watch Zhang Ping’s purple carriage go further and further until it disappears at the end of the village.
Stay Zhang Ping along the mountain road to face the surrounding cliffs. At this time, Zhang Ping finally had to get out of the carriage and roar toward the high slope of the mountain with a long piano. Just as Zhang Ping approached the top of the mountain step by step, Shi Feixuan, who was meditating in a hut with a majestic peak, suddenly felt a throb in his heart.
Chapter three hundred and forty-four Emperor stepped on the peak piano sound
Emperor’s peak is deep in the clouds all year round, like water, and the night seems to rise to the sky, and Emperor’s peak exudes a desolate loneliness.
However, just as all the creatures on the Emperor’s Peak are quietly recuperating and continuing their strength at night, suddenly a faint piano sound comes from nowhere.